Chapter 09

"I'll command them to back off." Even if he repressed the oscillation of his tone, I can still sense it no matter how arduous he lurks that to his sleeves.

Pity.

"I thought you want me to have some fun?"

He shook his head with a jiggling hand flapped on my face. "J-just forget it. I'm going."

I can't prevent myself from chuckling 'cause of his remarks. He's appalled at how I fiddle his defrauding. At how I veered the plateau and busted him in his gamble and whirled myself as a naive one in his sight.

Does he think I didn't know? For these facts, he can infer that an Eleanor haul a hoax to maneuver some askew shifts. Where he wields the sovereignty of his subterfuge but is later destroyed by the puppet.

This is how Eleanor plays. Tricky, destructive, and above all, lethal to jeer for a wager.

"Xiomara! The news was up!" Exclaimed by Belle.